Nature
The pale sky always anew,
A lake of deep crystal blue,
Reflecting rainbows of every hue.
Leaves falling graciously,
And flowers fluttering softly,
The towering trees,
Aiding the gentle breeze.
The chirping of the ebullient birds,
The buzzing of the loving bees,
The creaking of the trees,
The gentle gust of the wind,
The rhyming sounds of nature and life twinned.
Though heavy rains may leave tears,
Inflicting us with burning fears,
A perfect world it was conferred,
For after everything that passes,
This splendor moment will have recurred.
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